Jewish Rabbi's who
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Rabbi Leopold Cohn, D.D.

Life began
for Leopold Cohn in the little town of Berezna, in the eastern part of Hungary.
At the age of seven a great calamity befell the young lad; he lost both his
parents in the same year and was left to shift as well as he could for himself.
In later years he often recalled how those days of terrible loneliness and
bitter struggle for existence taught him to trust in God with all of his heart.
It seems natural, then, to find young Cohn, after his confirmation at the age of
thirteen, determined to enter upon a course of study with a view to becoming
eventually a rabbi and leader among his people. That he gave a good account of
himself as a student we conclude from the fact that at the age of eighteen he
graduated from the Talmudic academics with a record of high scholarship and with
commendations as a worthy teacher of the Law.

Following
the completion of his formal studies and the subsequent receipt of smicha or ordination,
Rabbi Cohn contracted a very happy marriage and, in keeping with the custom of
the time, became installed in his wife’s
paternal home, there to devote himself to the further study of the sacred
writings.

Through
the years of almost ascetic religious study and devotion, the burning problems
of his people, the problems of the Galut [exile] and of the
promised, but long-delayed, redemption through the coming of the Messiah, had
become deeply etched upon the rabbi’s
spirit. Now that he had obtained leisure and could follow the call of his heart,
he gave himself to earnest prayer and research in the hope of finding a
solution.

A part of
his morning devotions was the repetition of the twelfth article of the Jewish
creed, which declares, "I believe with a perfect faith in the coming of the
Messiah and, though He tarry, yet will I wait daily for His coming." The regular
use of this affirmation of faith fanned to a flame the desire of his heart for
the fulfilment of God’s
promises and the speedy restoration of scattered Israel until, no longer
satisfied with the formal prayers, he began to rise up in the midnight watches
and sit on the bare ground to mourn over the destruction of the temple and to
implore God to hasten the coming of the Deliverer.

The Time of Messiah’s Coming

"Why does
the Messiah tarry? When will He come?" These questions continually agitated the
young rabbi’s mind. One day, while poring over a volume
of the Talmud, he came upon the following citation: "The world will stand six
thousand years. There will be two thousand years of confusion, two thousand
years under the law, and two thousand years of the time of the Messiah." With
quickened interest he turned for light on the passage to the writings of Rashi
[Rabbi Solomon ben Isaac, 1040-1105], the foremost Jewish commentator, but the
explanation he found there seemed to him to be of little help: "After the second
two thousand years, the Messiah will come and the wicked kingdoms will be
destroyed." When he turned away from the ponderous volumes, the solution of his
problem appeared to him to have become more difficult than ever. According to
Talmudic reckoning the Messiah should long since have come; yet, there was the
exile, still the bitterest fact of Jewish life, to be accounted for. "Can it be
possible," he asked himself, "that the time appointed by God for the coming of
the Messiah has passed and the promise has not been fulfilled?" Sorely
perplexed, Rabbi Cohn decided to study of the original predictions of the
Prophets, but the very contemplation of the act filled him with fear, for,
according to the teaching of the Rabbis, "Cursed are the bones of him who
calculates the time of the end." And so it was that with trembling, hands,
expecting at any moment to be struck by a bolt from heaven, but with an
eagerness irresistible, he opened the book of the prophet Daniel and began to
read.

When he
reached the ninth chapter, light began to dawn upon him. He had struck a mine of
hitherto concealed truth, covered up by the commentaries of the revered doctors
of the law. From the twenty-fourth verse of the chapter before him he deduced
without difficulty that the coming of the Messiah should have taken place 400
years after Daniel received from the divine messenger the prophecy of the
Seventy Weeks. The scholar, accustomed to the intricate and often veiled
polemical treatises of the Talmud, now found himself strangely captivated by the
clear and soul-satisfying declarations of the Word of God, and it was not long
before he began to question in his mind the reliability of the Talmud, seeing
that in matters so vital it differed from the Holy Scriptures.

It was
neither an easy nor a pleasant matter for Rabbi Cohn, the leader of a Jewish
community, daily gaining in popularity among his people, to entertain doubts
concerning the authority of the Talmud. Quite apart from the disquietude that it
brought to his own soul, he felt that doubt in a man of his position was
heretical and, in some mystical way, injurious to the welfare of Israel. And
yet, every moment of sober contemplation brought him face to face with the
question, "Shall I believe God’s Word, or must I shut my eyes to truth?"
In the midst of the conflict thus produced in his heart, there was one prayer
that rose to his lips more often than any other was: "Open Thou mine eyes, O
Lord, that I may behold wondrous things in Thy law."

The Parting of the Ways

Without
being fully conscious of it, Rabbi Cohn was travelling toward a parting of the
ways. A crisis was inevitable, and it broke upon him one Hanukkah. It was the
season of the Feast of Dedication and, as was his custom, he planned to preach
to his people on the meaning of the feast. He had not intended to refer in his
sermon either to his doubts about the Talmud or to his late discoveries in the
prophecy of Daniel but, when he rose to speak, some of his deepest thoughts
welled up within him and would not be denied articulation. The effect of his
words upon the congregation became immediately evident. Whispers grew to loud
protests, and before the sermon progressed very far the service broke up in an
uproar. That day initiated a series of petty persecutions which robbed the life
of the young rabbi of its joy and made his ministry difficult to the point of
impossibility.

The New
Testament was as yet an unknown book to Rabbi Cohn, and consequently it never
entered his mind to look there for the fulfilment of the Old Testament prophetic
predictions. In a vortex of soul, casting about for a course of action, he
decided to seek advice from a fellow rabbi in a distant town, a man his senior
by many years, for whose learning and piety he entertained a very high regard.
"Surely," he thought, "my problem is not a new one. Others must have puzzled
over it and found some satisfactory answer, else how could they continue to
study and teach the Talmud." But, here again, his hopes were destined to be
dashed to the ground. Cohn had hardly finished unburdening his troubled soul
when the rabbi whose help he travelled so far to seek began to lash him with his
tongue and to pour upon him a stream of insult and vituperation. "So you have
set out to find the Messiah, to uncover the inscrutable? You are hardly out of
the shell and already you have the temerity to question the authority of the
Talmud! The teachings of our masters are no longer good enough for you? You talk
for all the world like the renegades across the sea, about whom I have recently
read in a Vienna paper, who claim that our Messiah has already come. Better go
back to your post, young man, and count yourself happy that you have not yet
been deprived of it. And take my warning, if you persist in these unholy ideas,
you will one day end your Rabbinate in disgrace and probably wind up among those
apostates in America."

Land of the Free

Disappointed and crushed, Rabbi Cohn took his leave. But in spite of his utter
humiliation, a new thought was beginning to form in his mind, and with it he
seemed to see a glimmer of new hope in the far distance. America! The land of
freedom! The haven of the persecuted! There he would continue his investigation.
March 1892 found Rabbi Cohn in the city of New York, warmly welcomed by his
countrymen, many of whom had known him personally at home. Rabbi Kline of the
Hungarian Synagogue, who had preceded him to America, and to whom he had a
letter of recommendation, received him with much kindness and even offered him a
place of temporary service in his synagogue while awaiting a call to a suitable
congregation.

On a
Saturday, soon after his arrival, Rabbi Cohn went out for the customary Sabbath
afternoon stroll. As had become his habit, he was meditating upon the subject of
the Messiah. But in the midst of his musings, as he was passing by a church
located in one of the Ghetto streets, a sign written in Hebrew and announcing
Meetings for Jews
arrested his attention. He hardly knew what to make of the strange combination:
A church with meetings for Jews!

While he
stood in front of the church absorbed in thought, a countryman of his seized him
by the arm and said in a voice charged with fear, "Rabbi Cohn, better come away
from this place." The rabbi was startled but, at the same time, his sense of
inquiry was aroused. Just what was there about that church with the Hebrew sign?
"There are apostate Jews in that church," he was told, "and they teach that the
Messiah has already come." At the sound of these words Rabbi Cohn’s
pulse quickened. They teach that the Messiah has already come! Could these be
the people referred to by that Rabbi whom he had visited before leaving Hungary?
This was something worth finding out.

As soon as
he could take leave of his companion, and after making sure that he was not
being observed, he quickly retraced his steps to the church. But he had hardly
set foot inside the door when a sight met his eyes that compelled him to turn
back. The speaker on the platform was bareheaded, and so was the audience. As it
would have been to any Orthodox Jew, that was to Rabbi Cohn the height of
sacrilege. On the way out, however, he thought that he should explain to the
sexton his reason for leaving, and from him he received the suggestion that even
if he could not stay for the service, he would nevertheless be welcome if he
called for a private interview with the minister at his home.

On the
following Monday, although still somewhat affected by his Saturday’s
experience, Rabbi Cohn plucked up enough courage to present himself at the
minister’s address. He entered the house with many
misgivings, but the impression made upon him by the gracious personality of the
minister, a Jew who, like himself, was a trained Talmudist, and in addition the
scion of a famous rabbinical family very soon put him completely at ease. Before
he realised what he was doing, he found himself relating to his new-found friend
the story of his messianic quest.

The Book of Messiah

Near the
close of the interview, noting that his visitor was completely unacquainted with
its contents, the minister handed him a copy of the New Testament in Hebrew and
asked him to study it at his leisure. Receiving with eager hands the book which
was destined to transform his life and ministry, and being anxious to examine
it. Rabbi Cohn opened the volume and turned to the first page, where his eyes
fell upon the first lines of the Gospel by Matthew: "This is the book of the
generation of Yeshua the Messiah, the son of David, the son of Abraham."

The
feelings the words awakened in him beggar description. It seemed that he had
finally reached the goal of his long quest. The sacrifices he had made, the
separation from wife and children he had endured, the days he had spent in
agonising prayer—all
those things were about to bear their fruit and receive their reward. The
problem which neither he nor those he consulted could solve was now answered by
a book, and that book was in his hands. Surely such a book must have come to him
by the will of Heaven. God had finally answered his many prayers and now, he was
sure, He would help him to find the Messiah.

Taking
leave of his host, Rabbi Cohn ran as fast as he could to his room and, locking
the door, gave himself to a study of the precious volume, his pearl of great
price. "I began reading at eleven o’clock
in the morning," he wrote later when reflecting on the events of that momentous
day, "and continued until one o’clock
after midnight. I could not understand the entire contents of the book, but I
could at least see that the Messiah’s
name was Yeshua, that He was born in Bethlehem of Judah, that He had lived in
Jerusalem and communicated with my people, and that He came just at the time
predicted in the prophecy of Daniel. My joy was boundless."

But had he
been able to look into the future, Rabbi Cohn would have seen other days of
sorrow in store for him. Narrow and toilsome is the path of faith in a world of
unbelief. His first rude shock came the very next morning, when he tried to
share his discovery with Rabbi Kline, who but recently had offered to assist him
in finding a charge. "You are a wild dreamer!" shouted his rabbinical colleague
when he had heard Cohn’s
story. "The Messiah whom you say you found is none other than the Jesus of the
Gentiles. And as for this book," he said, tearing the New Testament from Cohn’s
hands, "a learned rabbi like you should not even handle, much less read this
vile production of the apostates. It is the cause of all our sufferings." And
with these words he threw the book to the floor and trampled upon it with his
feet.

Fleeing
from this unexpected outburst of wrath, Rabbi Cohn felt himself once more a
raging sea of conflicting thoughts and emotions. "Can it be possible that Yeshua
the Messiah, the son of David, is the Jesus whom the Gentiles worship?" To
believe upon such a one would indeed be an act of rank idolatry!

A New Creature

The days
which followed were filled with heartache and melancholy thoughts. But gradually
he succeeded in freeing himself from the clutches of despair and began to study
his problem anew in the light of the Holy Scriptures. When he turned to God’s
lamp of truth, he found light. The prophetic vision of the suffering Messiah
began to penetrate his mind as he read and re-read the fifty-third chapter of
the prophecy of Isaiah, yet he was a long way from finding peace of soul. Solemn
questions now stared him in the face: "What if Yeshua and Jesus are the same
person? How shall I love the ‘hated
one’?
How shall I defile my lips with the name of Jesus, whose followers have tortured
and killed my brethren through many generations? How can I join a community of
people so hostile to those of my own flesh and blood?" These were indeed
questions troublesome enough to rob any man of his peace. And yet, above all the
raging storm, there was a still, small voice that kept speaking to his heart and
saying, "If He is the Messiah predicted in the Scriptures, then surely you must
love Him, and no matter what others have done in His name, you must follow Him."

Still
halting between two opinions, Rabbi Cohn decided to fast and to pray until God
clearly revealed to him what to do. When he began his supplications, he had in
his hands a copy of the Hebrew Scriptures. Being wholly absorbed in prayer, he
was startled when the volume fell from his hands to the floor and when he bent
down to retrieve the sacred book he saw that it had opened at the third chapter
of the prophecy of Malachi, which begins with the words, "Behold I send my
messenger, and he shall prepare the way before me, and the Lord whom ye seek
shall suddenly come to His temple, even the Angel of the Covenant whom ye
delight in: behold He has already come, saith the Lord of Hosts." Now his entire
being was electrified to attention and his every sense of perception awakened.
For a moment he felt that the Messiah himself stood by his side pointing him to
the words "He has already come". Stricken with a feeling of awe, he fell on his
face, and out of his innermost parts came words of prayer and adoration. "My
Lord, my Messiah Yeshua, Thou art the One in whom Israel is to be glorified, and
Thou art surely the One who hast reconciled Thy people unto God. From this day I
will serve Thee no matter what the cost." And, as if in direct answer to his
prayer, a flood of light filled his understanding and to his unspeakable
happiness he no longer found it difficult to love his Lord, although he was sure
now that it was Jesus whom he was addressing. In that hour he knew that he had
become a new creature in the Messiah.

Consulting
no longer with flesh and blood, Cohn began to proclaim to all his friends and
acquaintances that the rejected Jesus was the true Messiah of Israel, and that
not until the Jews as a people accepted Him could they find peace with God. The
first reaction of his friends was one of amused indulgence. "Rabbi Cohn is
mentally confused," they said, "due to his long separation from his loved ones."
But when his perseverance and earnestness of appeal challenged their attention,
they branded him as a traitor to his people and began to persecute him bitterly.
Some even thought that it would be a pious act to remove him from among the
living. Such are the ways of zeal void of the knowledge of God!

Apostate!

When Cohn’s
countrymen settled down to the inevitable acceptance of the fact of his
conversion, they proceeded to dispatch letters to his wife and friends at home,
to inform them about his "apostasy." As a result, all communication between him
and his wife was soon completely stopped.

In the
meantime the Jews of New York were in an uproar over the act of the once
honoured rabbi. There is no way of estimating what harm fanatical persecution
would have inflicted upon him had he remained long in New York. But,
fortunately, the minister who gave him his first New Testament learned about his
plight and came to his aid. A group of friends was rallied, who undertook to
give shelter and protection to Cohn; but when it became plainly evident that in
New York his life would be daily in dire danger, arrangements were made for his
secret departure to Scotland, so that he might have opportunity to study and
gather strength in a friendly environment.

In
Edinburgh Cohn found a cordial welcome among the people of the Barklay Church.
It was well that he was now among friends, for he had another battle ahead of
him and another enemy to overcome, an enemy more subtle and dangerous than all
those he had left behind in New York. Approaching the day of his baptism, he
felt that he would have to face the supreme test of his life and that arrayed
against him would be Satan and all the powers of hell. Many things, he knew,
were in the balance for him. In a spiritual way he expected to gain much from a
resolute and open confession of his faith in the Messiah, but on the human side
he was in danger of losing all that he counted dear in life—his
wife, children, friends, position, dignities; in fact, everything.

For some
days prior to his baptism, even until the very hour of his solemn public
commitment to the Messiah, Cohn lived under a cloud of gloomy foreboding.
Prayer, to which he resorted often, brought him only temporary relief. But on
the morning of his baptism, when he reached the church, he felt strengthened and
cheered, as if the clouds had been dispelled by the very presence of the Messiah
whom he was so eager to confess. Later, he came to know how the prayers of many
friends had supported him in the hour of battle and of glorious victory.
Indicative of these was a letter he received from Dr. Andrew A. Bonar, the
venerable pastor of the Finnieston Church in Glasgow, which read, "My people and
I were praying for you at our service this morning." In this way Cohn cut loose
from the life he once lived, in order to give himself anew to the service of his
people. He was no longer a rabbi of the law, but a messenger of the Messiah, and
he carried in his heart the secret of Israel’s
salvation.

Back in the USA

In the
fall of 1893 he returned with his family [who had also come to believe that
Jesus is the Messiah] to New York, still the same passionate pilgrim after
truth, except that now he had his bearings and the goal was no longer to him a
matter of speculation. For the former Rabbi there was only one calling in life
to serve God, and only one thing worth doing - to make known the way of God’s
salvation in Jesus the Messiah. And so, upon landing again in New York, he set
about immediately to establish contact with the masses of his Jewish brethren.

To secure
a platform for the proclamation of the Gospel he opened a little mission in
Brownsville. Being a man of practical sense, he devoted himself not alone to
preaching, but also to the alleviation of the many needs that he found in the
lives of immigrant Jews who were then crowding into New York by the thousands.
It strikes one with pungent tragedy that at his first attempt to serve his
people in the name of the Messiah, he stood very much alone. While his work as a
preacher did not lack popularity, the Jewish community as a whole still looked
upon him with hostile eyes, and Christians, who should have upheld his busy
hands, rallied to his aid altogether too slowly. Before he went very far with
his mission project, his wife’s
jewellery, a token of former affluence, had to be sacrificed in order to provide
the rent for the humble meeting hall. And there came days when the larder of the
missionary’s
little family was quite bare of provisions and when the children had to be sent
to school half fed. Those must have been heartbreaking days, sufficient to crush
the stoutest of spirits, but Cohn carried on undaunted, trusting himself and his
beloved to God, who had called him out of darkness into His marvellous light.

Persecution must also have been a sore trial to the sensitive spirit of the
young missionary; but if there were scars inflicted by cruel tongues and hands,
those were known alone to God. Cohn never complained, but remained always bright
and hopeful. There is on record an incident related by Dr. Cohn many years ago
to an intimate group, in order to illustrate the text "The disciple is not
greater than his Lord".

"One
afternoon," he said, "I went to deliver a New Testament at a house where it had
been requested. But when I arrived there, a powerful man fell upon me, first
battering me with his fists and then jumping upon me with his feet. Finally he
took hold of my ears, and lifting my head, he began to knock it repeatedly
against the hard floor, all the while intoning in Hebrew, ‘These
ears which heard from Sinai that we must have no strange gods, and which now
listen to the Christian idols, must be pulled out,’
and emphasising each mention of the words ‘pulled
out’
with a terrible jerk." From this experience Cohn went home with blood on his
face, but that was the blood of one who suffered for the truth’s
sake and it became the seed of a great work.

But
perhaps the sorest trials that he had to suffer came from the side of people who
were ostensibly of like mind with him. "False brethren" such characters were
dubbed by St. Paul, and no better description for them has been found yet. When
Dr. Cohn was already established in his work, with a large congregation of Jews
whom he had won to the faith of the Messiah rising up around him to call his
name blessed, there were found men of sufficient temerity to impugn his motives
and to question the sincerity of his faith. Fortunately there were others, men
of unimpeachable character, who knew the real worth of Dr. Cohn and stood with
him and for him to the end of his life. It is noteworthy that in I930, at a time
when the severest attacks were being levelled upon him, Wheaton College in
Illinois, a Christian educational institution of first rank, conferred upon him
the honorary degree of Doctor of Divinity.

Soldier of Messiah

Dr.
Leopold Cohn passed away on December 19, 1937. His funeral services, held at the
Marcy Avenue Baptist Church in Brooklyn, N.Y., and conducted by the ministerial
association of which he had been a life-long member, drew a large attendance of
friends and admirers, both Jews and Christians. Of the many beautiful tributes
paid to his memory perhaps the most revealing and intimate will be found in the
following brief address delivered by Hugh R. Monro, LL.D., a prominent business
executive of New York, who had known Dr. Cohn and associated with him for a
period of nearly forty years:

I am
glad this evening to bear a simple word of tribute to this valiant soldier of
Christ who was my friend for many years. As far as I have been able to draw from
the remarks that have been given tonight, I think that my acquaintance extended
over a period almost as long as that of any of the speakers, nearly forty years.
I treasure this fellowship as one of the inspiring things which have come into
my life, one of the real influences. I owe a great debt to this true soldier of
the Cross. He was indeed a soldier, for. as several have indicated, he knew what
strife was, what warfare was, on behalf of the Lord. There are probably not many
in this audience who know how acute the suffering of this servant of Christ was
in his early ministry, the anguish that he went through over a period of years.
It is one of the phenomena of the spiritual history of this city and it is hard
to account for it. I can hardly think of a parallel in the religious history of
this country. To find an exact parallel I should have to go abroad to a
celebrated case in France, in which one of his own people was concerned a
generation ago. The simple fact is that his life was in constant peril for years
in his early ministry. He was the victim of assault more than once. How strange
this is when we think of the gentleness of his spirit, and his humility, and his
one passion, and that to serve others. Yet for some reason this violent
opposition not only on the part of his own people, but on the part of some
Gentiles, developed, and for many years he was hounded and haunted night and day
by opposition, by obstacles, by vilest slander and misrepresentation. It sounds
like a chapter out of the dark ages. Perhaps some day that history will be
written. I think there would be a value in the record. We live in days of such
indulgence and softness, we know little of what our forefathers had to pass
through, the things that put fight into them and iron in their blood. But
Leopold Cohn knew all about it.

Another impression I have, and that was his singular poise and stamina. Leopold
Cohn knew his Bible as few men know theirs. He was steeped in its teaching. He
had a full-orbed message. In the first Epistle to the Corinthians there is a
list of the endowments that are given to the saints of God, fruits of the
Spirit. In the Epistle to the Ephesians there is a catalogue of God’s
gifts to His Church. And when our Lord ascended on high He gave gifts unto men,
and these gifts were prophets, apostles, pastors, evangelists, and teachers. Now
I can think of our beloved brother right in the midst of that catalogue. He was
in truth a gift of our Lord to the Church. He had the true spirit of the
under-shepherd. He had a passion for souls. He had a keen responsiveness to the
voice of the Spirit. How unslightingly did he labour during all these years in
this very community. Starting amidst discouraging circumstances, and with only a
few kindred spirits behind him to share his afflictions and persecutions, the
work which he founded is reaching out, as has been observed, to almost all
quarters of the globe. Our Lord is a Great Vindicator. He has a way of seeing
his children through, and He has a way of settling accounts and squaring things.
What a satisfaction and joy it is to realise as we meet here tonight that even
while still in the flesh he knew his Lord’s
vindication. He had led him out into this large and wealthy place. So I salute
this true soldier of the Cross. I would like to lay some worthy tribute upon
this casket. He has fought a good fight. He has finished his course. He has kept
the faith. Henceforth there is laid up that crown of righteousness, which the
Lord, the righteous judge, will give him, and not to him only, but to all those
that love His appearing.